All language subtitles for Four Seasons in Havana - 01x02 - Past Perfect

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[horn honking]

[telephone ringing]

[coughing]

Hello?

Fuck, boss, it's my day off.

All right, boss.

[receiver thuds]

For fuck's sake!

For fuck's sake!

[indistinct chatter]

Good morning, Maruchi.

Good morning.

Major, he's here.

[door opens]

Have looked at yourself
in the mirror?

You've got bags
under your eyes.

I don't have mirrors
at home, boss.

[scoffs]

You're better off then.
Now listen to me.

This morning I received a call
at home

from the president of
the National Industry
Corporation in person.

And in there's
the general manager.

And the wife of a big shot
who's disappeared.

This country is crazy.

Now people disappear
and all hell beaks loose.

So we have to find him.

Or, at the least, find out
what's happened to him.

Here.

I've got to be crazy. Come on.

He's the inspector
I've told you about.
Lieutenant Conde.

[slow music playing]

[Rangel] Manager Fernández.

And the lady is--

How's it going, Tamara?

Hi, Mario.

What happened to Rafael?

[theme song playing]

[engine whirring]

[car door opens]

[car door shuts]

[engine revving]

What the fuck just happened?

I can't look for that man,
boss.

How do you know this woman
and her husband?

Why don't you assign the case
to someone else?

To Manolo, he's great and--

You had an affair with her
and the husband found out.

Or was it the other way round?
Something must have happened.

I've known Morín for ages.
We went to high school
together.

He led the Student Federation.
A brilliant guy, but terribly--

If you already know him,
so much better.

But, why me?

[sniggers]

Maybe it's your fate, Conde.

Go ahead.

Fate, oh, fate.

Listen closely to what
I'm going to say.

This stays between you and me.

Something big is happening.

And from the top.

It's an internal investigation.

And they're after
somebody's neck.

-Police investigating police.
-Hmm.

What the hell is going on?

I don't know.
But it can't be good.

So get to work.

And behave yourself.

You finally made it.

Don't worry, I'll disappear
one day.

I'm up to here with this case.

The major told me to put
everything else aside
and help you with this case.

I think he's punishing me.

Cut the crap and tell me what
you've got.

Rafael Morín disappeared
the morning of January first.

The wife reported it
that night.

We've already checked
hospitals, hotels... nothing.

I don't think he's been
kidnapped. In Cuba nobody
kidnaps anyone.

But I don't think he's tried
to sneak out of the country

since he's constantly
traveling.

The fact is he's disappeared.

And the last person
who saw him was his wife.

We'll start with her, right?

Come on!

[suspenseful music playing]

What a coincidence. Isn't this
the house you always say you
like?

Manolo, I'm asking this as
a favor. Let me interview her.

You keep calm and quiet.

Why?

Because this case is different.
I've known Rafael for 20 years.

He's your friend, right?

I said I know him,
not that he's my friend.

He was a student leader
when I was at school.

And, among other things,

he was the most opportunistic
son of a bitch in the world.

Well, not in the world.

[doorbell rings]

[Conde] In the galaxy.

Hell...

This is going to get
interesting.

[Conde] When we were at school,
we spent all our time here.

Tamara's dad had been
an ambassador.

They always gave us sandwiches,
cakes, soda.

Remember when I broke
a beautiful ashtray?

It was Sargadelos porcelain.

Life is unpredictable.

I still don't know why
you became a policeman.

Me neither. I wonder about
that daily.

The lieutenant
is one of our best inspectors.

Why do you think
he's been assigned this case?

[clock ticking faintly]

[Conde] Tamara...

The night Rafael disappeared,
you were at a party, right?

Yes.

At manager Fernandez's house.

A New Year's Eve party.

Did you notice anything out of
the ordinary at the party or
afterwards?

No.

We came back home around
2:00 a.m. because I was
really tired.

Here, Rafael said he wanted
to check some things
in the studio.

And that was the last time
I saw him.

Was the house okay,
was there anything missing?

No, in fact his car, and mine,
both were in the garage.

And Rafael drives everywhere,
even for the paper.

Do you know if he's had
any problems at work?

Not that I know of.

He's doing better than ever.

He was doing business
with the Japanese...

Have you two had any problems
lately, any fights?

No. Not at all.

No fights.

A happy marriage, right?

Mario, we're a normal couple.

With the same problems any
couple has.

I wanted to say I'm sorry I
didn't come when your dad died.

I found out two months late.

That was five years ago.

And Rafaelito? He must be
really grown-up.

Can you imagine?

He's with my aunt Carola now.

I left him with her because
I don't want him here with
all this.

I told him his dad
was on a trip.

[Conde] Aunt Carola.

I remember going to the beach
in Santa Fe after school.

Tamara, did you touch anything?

No, nobody touched anything.

[Manolo]
Whose notebook is this?

It's Rafael's.

Tamara, do you know Zaida
and Zuleika?

It was open on the "Z"
and these two names appear.

Zaida is his secretary.
Zuleika I have no idea.

Tamara, I need a complete list

of all the guests
at the New Year's Eve party.

That's the last time several
people saw Rafael in public.

Although the last one who saw
him was you.

Of course.

[suspenseful music playing]

You said you knew Morín.

But you didn't mention his wife
or Aunt Carola in Santa Fe.

-That's none of your business.
-Isn't it?

And the way you drool
when you look at her either?

[loud honking]

[driver] Moron!

[Manolo] We've got to be
careful, Conde.

In these cases, unless proven
different, the wife is
the prime suspect.

Suspect of what, Manolo?
Of eating her husband?

[Manolo] Wasn't she too calm
with all this business of
the missing husband?

When you asked if they
had problems, she said no
straight away.

Look, Manolo, leave Tamara
alone. And try to find out
who that Zuleika is.

I'll take care of Zaida,
the secretary.

All right. I'm just saying,
don't play with fire.

That woman will mess you up.

This guy had loads of things.
And he didn't have a single
computer?

He has to have one.

Holy shit! Fuck! That woman
turns me into a moron!

[car door slams shut]

[suspenseful music playing]

Tell me something, Zaida.

Do you know if Rafael Morín
had any reason to hide?

[Zaida] To hide?

Why would he?

Do you know if he's been having
trouble lately?

With the company,
with his family?

I can only say I've worked
nine years for Rafael,

and he's always been
a wonderful boss.

My kid's dad fled from Cuba
when the boy was a baby.

Rafael helped me a lot.

He's like that.
He's thoughtful, compassionate.

So they say.

Calcines, I imagine that
working at a company like this,

with important business
dealings,

Morín wouldn't
disappear voluntarily, right?

I feel the same.

Our deal with the Japanese
is very important,
hundreds of millions.

And Rafael was in charge
of everything.

I'd like you to talk about your
boss. As assistant manager.

He's an excellent manager.

A great colleague.
A revolutionary.

And the two of you
must be close.

Yeah, sure,
we trust each other.

Since we trust each other,
do you know if Morín sees
other women?

Women?

[Conde] When was the last time
you saw him?

On the 30th.

He took me home, came up for
a coffee and gave me something
for the New Year.

So he usually goes up to your
house and gives you presents?

I already said Rafael takes
very good care of all
of his colleagues.

Don't get it wrong.

Calcines, what kind of
relationship do Morín
and Zaida have?

Zaida?

She's his secretary.
You wouldn't be thinking...

Excuse me.

I didn't know you were...

That's Jiménez,
our finance manager.

He never knows.

If he's in charge of finance,
I can imagine it.

Seeing how things are...

So, tell me, Zuleika.

Does she also work here?

No, there's no Zuleika here.

Do you think all of this
has to do with women?

Zaida...

If Rafael is such a great boss,
and you two are such great
friends...

why is it that 15 days ago
you asked to be transferred?

I...

I've had a lot of
personal problems.

You were at the New Year's Eve
party at Fernandez's house.

Did Morín seem strange to you?
Worried?

Did anything happen that
surprised you?

No.

Well, that pain-in-the-ass
Spaniard.

What Spaniard?

José Manuel Regueiro. He's
a Spaniard with businesses
in Cuba.

He was half drunk, started
dancing

with comrade Morín's wife
and he got a bit annoying.

What did Morín do then?

He resolved it with true class.

-Like he always does.
-Sure.

The funny thing is that
afterwards I saw him speaking
with Regueiro

as if nothing had happened,
they were even laughing.

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[clicking]

I don't know why he
chose this password. Stairway.

It's pretty obvious, Calcines.

Stairway to heaven.

[computer beeping]

What's going on?

What's the problem?

This machine is empty,
as if the hard drive
has been reformatted.

They've deleted
all the information.

Besides you, who else
has the password for
Morín's computer?

Rafael and I. No one else
that I know of.

[rain pattering]

[car door opens]

What did you find out?

Tamara says Morín had a laptop.

It was stolen from the house
last week, but they didn't
report it.

-What do you think?
-What a coincidence.

Manolo, do you know the most
cited verse from Cuban poetry?

"I'm an honest man from where
the palm trees grow."

The second.

"The damned circumstance of
water surrounding everything."

First time I'm hearing it.
What does it have to do
with anything?

We're surrounded by water,
Manolo! There's sea everywhere!

I'm dying for a coffee.
Shall we?

[upbeat music playing
on stereo]

[Manolo] Hey,
two coffees, please.

According to Zaida
and Calcines, Rafael
is the perfect boss.

The perfect man,
the perfect friend.

But when we tried
to get into his computer,

the hard disk was deleted!

Someone had to do it.

Of course someone did it!

I'm sure it was that fucker
Morín trying to hide his shit.

How the fuck can that guy
deceive everyone?

Conde, can I say something
here, between the two of us?

This case isn't for you.

This is a divine punishment.

The only thing I know for sure

is that Morín didn't ascend to
the heavens in body and soul,
called by the Lord.

Forget it.

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

Have you already
learnt to pray, Red?

More or less.

More or less.

What about you?

I did. But I forgot.

Partner, do you know who I'm
looking for?

No, and I don't give a shit.
You always get me into trouble.

I'm looking for the abominable
man of La Víbora.

No shit. Morín?

What do you want
that son of a bitch for?

You know I don't want
anything to do with him.

But the guy is lost.
He disappeared, into thin air.

And I have the fucked up task
of finding him.

Candito, where do you think
a guy like that can hide?

Was he involved
in something shady?

I don't know.

Although he was moving
a lot of money.

If that guy's in a pickle,
he'll want to leave Cuba
for sure.

I wish. And with any luck,
he won't come back.

Conde...

Revenge is a sin.

But it tastes heavenly.

[sighs] Well...

You're going straight
to hell anyway.

But for Tamara
it's worth it, right?

So?

We'll talk later.

Listen, we found out
Zuleika's address.

But the neighbors say they
haven't seen her in two
or three days.

She's missing too? What else
have you got?

Technical says Regueiro called
Rafael's home at 2:40 a.m. on
the 1st.

That Spaniard is fucking
everywhere!

You know what would be great?

Tell me.

To find out with whom
he wanted to speak,
Tamara or Rafael Morín.

Manolo, go to Foreign Commerce

and ask Security what they know
about this Regueiro.

We have to find out
what kind of games
those two are playing.

Okay.

Why didn't Tamara tell us about
the incident with Regueiro at
the party? Hmm?

I'm going to ask her that.

[birds chirping]

[dog barking]

Can I go to the toilet
for a second?

Sure, go ahead.

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathing heavily]

That's Rafael's favorite
perfume.

Sometimes, Rafael and I
have the same taste.

He wears it every day.
He almost bathes in it.

Some Spanish friends
give it to him.

Lucky him.

[cup clatters]

Tamara...

Why didn't you tell me what
happened with Regueiro
at the party.

Did you know that Spaniard
called this house that same
night?

What's the matter, Mario?
Am I a suspect now?

Of what? Of sleeping with
the Spaniard?

Tamara, this is
a police investigation.

I don't know a thing
about a call from Regueiro.

And what happened at the party
was too humiliating for me.

The Spaniard asked me to dance.

And started to grope me
in front of everyone.

I pushed him so hard he fell in
the middle of the party.

And Rafael...
He almost apologized.

He behaved like an asshole.

When we got home I told him so.

I told him I was much more
insulted by him than by
the Spaniard.

And he took offense.
He shut himself in the studio.

And that was the last time
I saw him.

Rafael treated me as if...

As if he didn't care about me.

As if... As if I were a whore.

Does Rafael mistreat you?

Everything I say
can be used against me, right?

Do you know if Rafael sees
other women?

I don't know but I doubt it.
I doubt he's with another
woman.

Why do you doubt it?

He wouldn't risk it
for so little.

Do you have the guest list?

Yes. I'll bring it.

[clattering]

Look.

Mario...

Where does all your bitterness
come from? All your resentment?

From life, I guess.

When I think about the past,
I can no longer see what I was.

Or what we were.

Remember when we believed in
everything? We even thought we
were happy.

Remember?

There's no cure for you.

No.

Nor improvement.

[Rangel] That man can't have
disappeared into thin air,
Conde.

Don't you have any idea
of what might have happened?

[Conde] No.

But I know shit's buried
somewhere.

And behind that shit
lies Morín.

Why do you think there's
hidden shit?

Because I know Morín
and his kind.

Watch what you're saying,
Conde.

And tell me if you find
the Spaniard.

You're capable of provoking
an international conflict.

And be very careful about what
you do with Morín's wife.

Understood?

Manolo has come around
saying stuff, right?

[chuckles]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[indistinct chatter]

This is disgusting.
And cold to boot.

[Conde] That's all there is.

The great socialist
company offering.

Come on, spill it.

Before I cut your tongue off
for gossiping.

[chuckles]

It seems Regueiro's clean.

He loves whoring and has
had troubles with that,
but nothing serious.

We have to see him anyway.

Right now we're screwed,
he's in Varadero.

I don't give a fuck.

Find him wherever he is and you
bring him to me straight away.

You're such a little snitch!

[chuckles]

[jazz music playing]

[Rabbit] What's it going to be?

[Conde] Play the Creedence!

Again?

That's the music for this story
about Morín lost in the woods.

And you have no idea?

He's vanished into thin air.

Remember how crazy
this guy was for Tamara?

[Skinny and Andrés laughing]

Conde, how is she?
Is she still hot?

[Skinny laughs]

She's perfect,
the little bitch.

You can just tell by the look
on his face coming from
Tamara's house!

By the way. You went to see
Miki Babyface, no?

[rock music playing
on record player]

Come on, Conde, Miki and Morín
were like brothers at school.

How can I have not
thought about Miki Babyface?

[Andrés] Ah...

Conde is seriously ill!
He's got acute Tamaritis!

[Skinny laughs]

[talking indistinctly]

[Skinny] Officer, your gun!

Why do you have to be
a policeman without a uniform?

I love men in uniforms.

And I love women without them.

[moaning]

[door shuts]

[footsteps]

[Conde] What's up, Rufino?

[moaning]

[telephone ringing]

[both panting]

Hello?

Vilma, it's me, Conde.

[Vilma] Hold on.

[whispers] Conde.

-What's up?
-[Conde] Manolo.

Who do you think fucked up
Rafael's computer? Himself?

How the fuck should I know,
Conde?

I should have realized that
there had to be a computer
in that house!

Manolo, do you think
I'm carrying out this
investigation right?

You know what the problem is?

When I was at school, I was
hopelessly in love with Tamara.

And that...

-Well, forget it.
-Yeah.

Tell Vilma I'm sorry
for giving you crap at this
time of night.

-Sure, don't worry.
-See you tomorrow.

[both moaning]

[Spanish ballad playing]

[waves splashing]

Is everything okay?

Good morning.

Good morning.

[officer]
Mister José Manuel Regueiro?

Yes, that's me.

You have to come with us.

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[Conde] Hell, Miki.

This shithole is in a worse
state than mine.

[Miki laughs]

[Miki] When my wife left,
she even took the dog.

Let's see what you think about
this record of Pablo Milanés

singing boleros. Huh?

Rafael gave it to me
on the 31st.

He came around that day?

At what time?

Around three. Give me
one of those.

Why was he here?

To bring you a New Year's gift?

No, no, no.

I think he came to make up.

Had you fallen out?

At school, Rafael and I
were like brothers, remember?

I sure do, motherfucker.

You were never bothered by
the fact that he got us
into big trouble

accusing us of
ideological divergence,

when all we cared about
was the writer's workshop.

You were serious about becoming
a writer.

Look what I found
the other day.
In all this shit.

La Viboreña!
There's your story.

Was this really
an ideological problem?

Ideological problems were
the least of it.

This is a disaster!

[chuckles]

Why did you two fall out?

It was nothing.

When Rafael joined the company,

very soon they began
the process to make him
join the party.

He gave my name
for those checks they do.

Rafael was desperate to get
into the party. He needed it.

I don't know why
I had to tell those people

that Rafael's dad had gone to
USA. He always hid it.

He said that it was my fault
they had delayed his admission
to the party.

He said I was a son of a bitch
and he punched me.

That was there, at the door.

When was that?

Ten years ago.

He never came back.
Until this past 31st.

He said that in spite of
everything, I had been
his best--

He corrected himself and said
I had been his only friend.

And he gave me Pablo's record.
He knows I love Pablo.

That's why I think it was
a goodbye.

Why would he want to say
goodbye? Where was he going?

I have no idea, Conde.

Where he was going
is your business.

That's what the policeman
in this story is for, right?

Can I have another cigarette?

[Miki laughs]

[jazz music playing]

When I was a kid,
I loved Sundays.

I always did one of two things.

Either I went to see
cock fighting with my granddad.

Or I spent the whole day
playing ball in
the neighborhood.

And if it was a day like today,
so much better.

Today's going to be a shitty
Sunday because of Rafael Morín.

[upbeat Spanish music playing]

[rain pattering]

[indistinct shouting]

[Manolo] You say Morín
lived here?

[María] How can you not know?
It's been four days.

[Conde] María Teresa,
we're doing everything
in our hand to find Rafael.

[María] Something must
have happened to him.
He always comes to see me.

Ma'am, when was the last time
you saw your son?

On the 31st, when he came to
have lunch with me.

He brought me a present
and some money.

He left around two
because he had work to do.

Even though it was
New Year's Eve.

[Manolo] Do you recall anything
out of the ordinary?

No, the truth is...

Although he did seem worried.

He said they were expecting
Chinese visitors in a few days.

And his wife?

Do you know if he's had
problems with Tamara?

He never talks about that.

And she...

She never comes to see me.

She doesn't like coming here.

And I don't like going
to their house.

But Rafael...

He always comes to see me.
He takes me out.

He sees to it that
I have food, money.

It's not that he's my son.

But he turned out better
than could be expected.

They guy worked hard
to get out of here.

Yeah, it must be hard work

to spend your life saying yes
to everything

even though you think
the opposite.

Manolo.

We have to check what Rafael
did the rest of that afternoon.

He told Tamara
he'd been to see his mother.

And he told his mother
he had to go to work.

Maybe he's preparing for
something and that's why
he cleaned the computer.

[door opens]

Conde.

Regueiro and Zuleika
are waiting for us downstairs.

-Let's go.
-That's not all.

The man in charge of security
at the company

says Morín wasn't there
on the 31st like he told
his mother.

But Calcines was.

Calcines?

Calcines seems
to work too much.

[Manolo] Zuleika doesn't have
a record for prostitution.

But she seems to constantly
sleep around with foreigners.

Guess who she was with
since the 1st?

With your friend Regueiro
in Varadero.

The Spaniard, Zuleika, Morín.

We have to find out
what the fuck relates them.

[Manolo] We'll ask him
right now.

What room is Regueiro in?

He was here, but the major said
he could leave.

He could leave? How the fuck
can they let him go?

I had nothing to do with it.
It was the Colonel.

Manager Fernández asked
for his release.

"Because we must be careful
with foreign businessmen."

Who the fuck do they think
they are?

Hey, take it easy. Sit.

If you want to complain,
go see manager Fernández.

By the way, he wants to speak
with you.

He's expecting you
at the Industry offices.

Well, it would be a good idea

for you to speak with your
friend, the super-manager.

I need an authorization to
investigate the company's
accounts.

The accounts? What for?

We're investigating a possible
crime. Not an economic felony.

I have a hunch.

-[scoffs]
-Morín is living
way above his means.

You can see it as soon as you
set foot in his house.

And it's too much of
a coincidence

that apart from having
his laptop stolen,

the company's computer
was wiped clean.

You want an audit for that crap
you saw at Morín's house?

Give me a break!

Listen.

Apart from stealing your girl,
what else did this guy do
to you? [chuckles]

Apart from watching us,
and snitching, and delivering

political speeches at school?

Apart from being a son of
a bitch capable of--

Hey! I told you to calm down.

-Or I'll have to--
-Take me off the case?

You'd be doing me a huge favor!

Even more so if I can't do
things the way I want to.

Forget about that. You're not
getting off the hook.

And be very careful with your
hunches and that foul mouth
of yours.

Okay?

[train horn hooting]

[train chugging]

Did you know that
when I was a kid I dreamt
of going to Alaska?

What did you lose in Alaska?

I wanted to go to Alaska to see
the snow, to look for gold and
hunt bears.

Now I'm getting old
and I've never been to
Alaska or anywhere else.

You know what I think?

I think Rafael Morín
and all the guys like him
can go fuck Alaska.

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[car door shuts]

[car starts]

[approaching footsteps]

Okay.

I called you to remind you this
is a very delicate situation.

It's not that Regueiro
is untouchable.

But are you sure
he has something to do with it?

We're not sure.

But we do know he had problems
with Rafael at the party.

And after the party
Regueiro called Rafael.

We're all men. We don't have to
beat around the bush.

Regueiro told me

Morín told him to call him
to give him a girl's number.

You know how it is.

Yeah, we know.

Now let's get to
the important stuff.

Do we know anything
about Rafael?

We've ruled out
the possibility of an accident.

And if we rule out Regueiro.

The only blind spot left...

is the company.

They sabotaged the computer.

And we don't know if it was
Morín or somebody else.

Are you thinking
about a corruption problem?

Okay, look.

Rafael is our best
sales manager at the Ministry.

And his results were so good

that we all agreed to let him
work in his own style.

Would you put your hand
to the fire for him?

-Well--
-Fernández...

We need to go over
the company's figures.

I'm sorry,
I can't authorize that.

The comrade manager is not
willing to take any risks.

And you hit him hard.

I know the shit
has to be hidden somewhere.

If Morín is a motherfucker,
how can he save face
in front of everyone?

Comrade, being so naive,
even you

can make it to manager.

You know what I like the most
about this whole story?

That everyone's
hiding something.

Starting with your friend
Tamara, right?

[Conde exclaims]

Look at the kid!

[car starts]

[Manolo] So, Zuleika.

Where were you
on the night of December 31st?

I was at the club
at Hotel Comodoro.

Until 4:00 a.m.,
with tons of friends.

[Manolo] Until past 4:00 a.m.?

And then?

Do I have to tell you
what I did then?

It's in your best interest.

I went home. With a friend.

Do you want to know to do what?

And when did you meet Regueiro?

So... All this is because of
the Spaniard.

Look here. No one can accuse me
of being a whore, all right?

No one's accusing you
of anything.

Answer the question.

The Spaniard called me
at 11:00 a.m..

A friend gave him
my number, Julio.

He asked if I wanted to go
for a couple of days to
Varadero with him

and I said, "Of course,"
and went.

It wasn't Rafael who gave him
your number?

Rafael Morín?

Who's that?

[scoffs]

So you don't know Rafael Morín?

No.

[Manolo] Take a good look.

This is Julio.

Julio?

[Zuleika] Yeah, Julio.

Julio what?

Julio... Calcines, I believe.
Calcines. Julio Calcines.

Where do you know
Calcines from?

From one day when
he gave me a lift.

We talked, I liked him.
I gave him my number.

And then we went out
three or four times.

When was the last time
you saw this man, Zuleika?

Some time ago. Around October.

Where? Where did you meet?

He always rented
a house on the beach.
One of the good ones.

He never said where he got all
that money?

Look, comrade, in the street
no one asks those things.

And I'm no whore, okay?
I don't sleep around for money.

But if someone gives me
a good perfume,

invites me to a good restaurant
and then gives me some cash

so I can buy whatever I want,

I don't start asking questions.

I enjoy it.

Things in this country are
really bad.

And you only live once.

[suspenseful music playing]

[telephone ringing]

[both panting]

[ringing continues]

[moaning]

Listen. If I had known this,

I never would have fallen for
a policeman.

What the fuck do you want?

Major!

No, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Yes, go ahead.

[engine revving]

[knocking]

Conde!

[knocking continues]

Conde!

Okay, come on,
we're off to the hospital.

Manolo, take it easy.
What the hell's going on?

A fucked up guy appeared
and they can't identify him.

They think it's Rafael Morín.

All right, let's go.

The boss is looking for you,
but you're nowhere to be found.

The boss... I'm sick and tired
of bosses.

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[door creaking]

[jazz music playing]

[tapping]

[Tamara] Mario...

Where does all your
bitterness come from?
All your resentment?

[Conde] From life, I guess.

When I think about the past,
I can no longer see what I was.

Or what we were.

Remember when we believed in
everything? We even
thought we were happy.

Remember?

-[Tamara] There's no cure
for you.
-[Conde] No.

Nor improvement.

[Conde] First, we can't upset
the Spaniard.

Now, the company
is untouchable.

You know I can't work
like this!

If the president
and the general manager
are desperate to find Rafael,

they should authorize
an investigation!

That's why you got me
into this shitty story?

So I couldn't do anything?

Either I get into the company
or I quit this fucking case.

Hey, don't overdo it!

And don't threaten me.

Get me the Colonel.

Yeah, boss.

Listen, I'm on the case of that
character who disappeared.

Under my responsibility,

I'm opening a case
at the import export company.

Yes, under my responsibility.

Of course.

I knew I could trust you.

You don't know a thing!

And don't fool with me.

Get out of here. Go on!

And come back with something.

If they cut my balls off,

you have no idea what I'll do
with yours.

[door shuts]

[car engine whirring]

China!

China, each time I see you
I'm left breathless.

[laughs] Conde. One day,
I'll surprise you.

Surprise me, go on.

Enough.

Tell me. What do you need?

I need you to look into Morín's
company with Economic Crimes.

That big shot who disappeared.
These people have me
on a leash.

You, on a leash?
All right, come on.

Come on.

[China] From when
are these files?

From last year.

Well, from the one before.

And the files for last year?

They're in accounts.

They're still working on them.

I need to see them. Now.

Manolo.

China, please
find something or...

Or... You'll breathe better
when you see me.

That's it.

As economic vice president,

I personally supervise
all the information given
by the specialists

and it's reflected
in the books.

Right now we're looking
for something specific

that I'm sure isn't
in the books.

If it's not in the books...

Look...

Does Morín receive a special
bonus for successful financial
operations?

The company has some autonomy.

And comrade Morín
manages that money.
Sometimes it's substantial.

And although we try
to be really careful
with the accounts...

Something that today
costs five, tomorrow costs ten.

And sometimes we have to pay
commissions to middlemen.

To close important deals
for our country.

You understand, right?

I'm trying to.

Let's see...

Who authorizes Morín's per diem
and expenses?

It's Morín who allocates his
expenses. He's his own boss
in the company.

The boss of everything.
And the Ministry trusts him.

Or trusted him.

I don't know.

[China] There's something
weird here.

There's proof that Morín
inflates his per diem

and allocates himself
exaggerated expenses.

And why is it weird?

Because that's
the easiest thing
to justify, or to hide.

You have to
keep on looking, China.

That motherfucker isn't stupid.

I've heard that before.

[doorbell rings]

Tamara, where does
Rafael get the money
to buy all these things?

And don't say it's from
his salary.

From per diems,
gifts he's given.

Who knows, Mario? Here everyone
takes what they can.

Stuff, trips.

I wouldn't know about expenses
or trips, I haven't even been
to Alaska.

But, yeah, you're right.

Unfortunately, here everyone
takes what they can.

That's why we're getting into
the company and turning it
upside down.

In the company? What are you
looking for in the company?

What do you think we'll find?

I don't know.

What are you scared of, Tamara?

Of being alone.

Are you capable of killing
your husband?

I don't know.

I might be capable.

[Conde]
Skinny, tell me the truth.

If Morín was diverting
company funds,

Tamara wouldn't know about it?

[Skinny] Let's see...

I know that, after Karina,
you have to get out more.

But don't make things hard
for yourself.

Tamara lives in another galaxy
and we're just earthlings.

Careful...

Tell me one thing.

What's the most disastrous
thing you've done?

Mario Conde, I know you better
than your mother.

What happened with Tamara?

What didn't happen?

Didn't happen?

Shit, Skinny, she asked me to.
She was the one that asked!

And I got nervous!

I'd waited for that moment
for so many years, wanted
that woman so much.

Hold on.

You couldn't do it?

That wasn't the problem.
I got scared and ran away.

Scared, you? What about?

If my boss finds out,
he'll kill me!

[laughs] Come on, now your boss
is the problem? Come on!

You shat yourself,
didn't do anything
and now you regret it.

That's a mess!

The biggest one I've made.

Which is saying something.

I'm taking off.

And, at the last minute,

the worse thing occurred to me.

Even worse?

What if I hook up with Tamara
and Rafael Morín appears?

It's true.

That's worse.

That would be
a complete fuck up.

[door shuts]

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[telephone ringing]

Calcines,

you never suspected Rafael
was embezzling?

I'm talking about thousands
of pesos, hundreds of dollars.

Lieutenant, at Rafael's level
that's spare change.

Spare change?

Calcines.

What were you looking for
at the company on the 31st?

The 31st?

Yeah, sure, I came for
some papers I needed
for the annual report.

Luckily for me,
because I'd left the AC on.

Of course, the power bill.

Do you have any idea who might
be interested in hijacking

Morín's computer?

No. No idea.

All the information on
the Japanese deal was in it.

They brought their trip forward
to the beginning of the year.

-They brought it forward?
-Yes.

Why is that?

They want to sign as soon
as possible.

And if that information's
missing, this will be
a disaster.

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[pen clicking]

[Calcines] Our deal with
the Japanese is very important,
hundreds of millions.

[Fernandez] You're
talking about corruption?

[pen clicking]

[Calcine] What is this?

They reformatted
the hard drive?

[pen clicking]

[Conde] Do you know
if Rafael sees other women?

[Tamara] I don't know but I
doubt it. I doubt he's with
another woman.

-[Conde] Why do you doubt it?
-[Tamara] He won't take chances
for so little.

[Manolo] Where did you meet?

He always rented a house
on the beach. One of
the good ones.

[Conde] Are you capable
of killing your husband?

[Tamara] I might be capable.

[pen clicking]

You're an ace, Conde.

What did you find?

The Japanese company
is just the tip of the iceberg.

I knew it! I knew it.

Morín was plotting
something big.

He'd transferred a huge sum
to one of the accounts opened
in Panama

belonging to an incorporated
company. And he did it with
Cuban money.

Now you're speaking Chinese.

I'll explain it.

That company was created here
to avoid the American blockade

and be able to make purchases
in Panama.

That's why it has
certain autonomy.

The money Morín took out

was used for a transaction
with the Japanese,

but not through the company.

It was done as
a private investor.

If anyone got a hold of it,

Morín could say it was
a mistake and that's why
he reimbursed it.

But things got complicated
because the Japanese were
coming earlier.

And that's where
they were going to catch him.

Now I understand it.

The guy took the money from
here, made profits there,

sent it back and kept that.

He wasn't risking
any of his money.

See? You're a financial genius.

She's the one who said it.

[China laughs]

Manolo, get in the car and find
Zuleika wherever she is.

What does Zuleika have to
do with all this?

Come on, move.

Not again...

-Get on with it, kid.
-[China laughs]

China, will you marry me?

[laughing heartily]

[approaching footsteps]

[Conde] From up here it seems
something else.

What seems something else?

Havana.

It looks like a normal city.

Yeah.

We know what Morín was up to.

Rafael was doing big business

with the company's money
using the account in Panama.

The account in Panama?

You didn't know anything?

Of course not.

When I found out about
the expenses,

Rafael asked me
not to report it.

That's when I started
looking for another job.

And the bank in Panama?

I don't know anything
about that.

Neither you, or Jiménez,
or manager Fernández.

Nobody knew anything.

I had no idea about that!

What about Rafael's wife?

Tamara, I know you know
something you won't tell me.

Rafael didn't vanish!

We're searching this house
thoroughly.

Again?

What are you
looking for, Mario?

I don't know.
Something we missed,
something your husband had.

Or something you're hiding.

Rafael conned the company and
got a lot of money out of it.

I've looked everywhere.

I searched the whole house.
All I found was 120 dollars.

I even looked in the safe.

There were only a couple of
papers and I have no idea what
they are.

There's a safe in this house?

Where is it?

In the fireplace.

That's what the damn fireplace
was for.

Tamara, what are
Calcines' papers doing here?

You really don't know
what Rafael was up to?

You can think whatever
you want.

Have you finished here?

Then leave. Leave or arrest me.

Come on.

[suspenseful music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

Zuleika, things are getting
complicated.

What do I have to do
with those complications?

Nothing, I hope.

Where are the beach houses you
went to with Rafael Morín?

In Brisas del Mar.

They're rentals for foreigners.

Or for leaders' holidays.

But he could rent them easily.

Thanks.

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

Crespo. Go to Brisas del Mar
with pictures of Morín,
Calcines,

Jiménez and manager Fernández.

Find out if someone has seen
them around lately.

Do it now.

And while you're at it,
take a picture of Tamara,
Morín's wife.

Let's see what happens.

Come on.

Hey,

listen to me, damn it.

When Manolo gets there,
tell him to hold on to
that fraud.

I've found something and I have
a hunch.

A hunch, man!

[receiver clatters]

Tamara, try to understand,
I'm a policeman.

This is an earthquake.

A seven on the Richter scale.

I swear I saw it coming.

Rafael wouldn't settle
for anything.

[Tamara sobbing]

It's all right.

[instrumental music playing]

[both panting]

[moaning]

Morín was blackmailing you with
the account you had in Spain.

And with the car
you bought outside.

He wasn't blackmailing me.
Rafael is my friend.

He kept these papers at his
house because it was safer.

Morín was doing his own
businesses with the company's
money in Panama.

And he was blackmailing you
so you'd keep quiet.

What?

No. Not at all.

I tried to warn him
but he wouldn't listen.

When the Japanese
said they were coming earlier,

his only option was leaving
the country.

Because they were going to
uncover his operation
in Panama.

So...

Well, yes, I helped him.

You helped him?

How did you help him?

I found a transport out
of the country.

He trusted me.

[knock at door]

What's up?

We found Morín.

No fucking way.

Let's go.

[somber instrumental music
playing]

[panting]

[moaning]

[moaning]

Lieutenant.

What do we have?

The tourism director for
the area says Morín occupied
the house

from the 31st or the 1st.

It wasn't rented
because they're doing repairs.

It's all closed. We don't know
if he's still in there.

Well... Let's go in.

[suspenseful music playing]

Fuck me, Morín,

so much swimming just to die
on the shore.

[flies buzzing]

He received a strong blow
on the head, although it's
not the cause of death.

Look at the bruises
on the neck.

The cause of death is
a fracture between the second

and third cervical vertebrae
that pressed the marrow.

It seems to have been
produced by a violent twist.

It must have been
someone strong.

[medical examiner] Yes.

But he was hit first, not
necessarily because he couldn't
defend himself.

It's obvious there was a fight.

Now we need evidence.
Some kind of definite proof.

I have no evidence, Conde.
No fingerprints, no hairs,
nothing.

God damn it!

I was sure he...

I thought he'd left in a boat.

-[crying] What--
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Tamara!

What do we do, Conde?
We have no evidence.

Leave him to me.

No, no, no, no.
I didn't kill him.

Maybe it was the boat driver.
Rafael was my friend.

No, Calcines. Rafael had
no friends.

He was going to get me the car.
He even lent me part of
the money.

Rafael used people.

He did favors.

But Rafael only cared
about Rafael.

There was a fight, Calcines.
And there's always evidence.

Bruises, blood,
maybe a scratch.

And Forensics have
the last word.

The skin they found
under Morín's nails...

is yours.

That's it.

You can deny it all you want.

If it's any consolation to you,

I also knew Rafael Morín.

And he fucked me too.

He deserved it.

Everyone thought he was
a good guy. I did too.

We agreed to meet
at the beach house.

He was going to give me
the papers.

We're here. Rafael, give me
the papers, please.

Come on Calcines,
do you think I'm a fuck-wit?

I'll tell you where the papers
are when I get on the boat.

And if I see something weird,
when I get to Miami...

If they fuck me, Calcines,
you'll get fucked too.

That's how it works.

We agreed that...

[laughing]

Rafael, you're not going
to fuck up my life.

I've eaten all sorts of shit
because of you, but it's over.

So give me the papers!

Or what, Calcines?

People like you
are shitty cowards!

Give me the fucking papers!

[both grunting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[groaning]

[Rafael] Fuck!

Shit!

Son of a bitch!

[groaning]

Hear me out, Rafael.
I'm going to kill you!

I'll kill you if you
don't tell me where
the fucking papers are!

Tell me, Rafael!

Son of a bitch!

All right, you asked for it.

[necks snaps]

[sobbing]

Why didn't you leave
the country?

[Calcine] Because I'm a moron.

I got so nervous,
I hid the money,

and didn't look for a boat
or anything.

And then I was waiting
for everything to calm down,

and go bury that
son of a bitch.

[sobbing]

[somber instrumental music
playing]

You look like a mangy dog.

Bring him a coffee.

So, the perfect leader...

was doing that sort of things.

That's why I wanted
to see you here.

The shit might hit the ceiling
and ooze out of the windows.

You solved Morín's case.

From there on up, forget it.

I only ask of you not to
close the case. We have
to keep on looking.

I can't put my neck
on the line daily.

Morín wasn't alone in this.

I have a boss too.

Remember that.

If the shit's that high...

fuck them!

Don't make your life
more complicated, please.

[children shouting
indistinctly]

[somber instrumental music
playing]

What a shitty funeral.

A sad and lonely end.

Can you imagine
how it would have been
in other circumstances?

That would be filled
with wreaths.

Loads of people lamenting
the loss of the exceptional
thinker.

The revolutionary leader.

Imagine the end of the wake,
imagine the eulogy.

I can imagine it.

But no one showed up today.

Not the company president,
no members of the board.

No general manager.

And no sign of all his friends
from the New Year's Eve party.

Conde!

Yesterday was the Epiphany.

Miki.

You can have it.

[Conde] This is so fucked up.

I wanted Rafael Morín to show
up, dead or alive.

And now he's appeared,

instead of feeling calm,

I feel fucking emptiness.

How do you think Tamara feels?

Conde, Conde. Get up and walk.

Put some music on.
The cassette's ready.

The Creedence Clearwater
Revival.

Not again, if that's playing,
I'm leaving.

What's your problem?
They're the best!

There's no doubt about that.

["Proud Mary"
playing on stereo]

Listen. Listen to it.

He sings like a black man.

He sings like God.

If you say so.
You're the experts.

[shushing]

["Proud Mary" playing]

[telephone ringing]

[instrumental music playing]